The Back Seat Novels & Stories

“We can just take my car. It's a pain to transfer the car seat base.” “We will take my car.” He said before opening the back of his car. “I have a base now too.” Oh God, the churning in my stomach …they were writhing up to my chest. There, in his back seat, was a base identical to the one in my car. Ronnell easily snapped Nathan in and brushed his short hair to the side before turning to me. “What do you think? Does he look secure?”

"How is sitting in the back seat scary?" "Sarah, just sit in the back; be sensible for once..." Mr. Clinton responded abruptly, his words like scolding, its harshness burning in my gut. Morosely, I slumped into the back seat, watching him help her into the front seat. I crossed my arms, looking anywhere else but at them. It seemed Erin had found her way with him, in turn pushing me into a corner. While I gazed out the window, eliminating the earlier events from my mind, Erin's voice sounded soft and sweet.

I went for the usual back seat trying to make sure that I got the one closest to the window. But there is something unusual about the student population on the bus. There were more students on the bus than usual. I could normally count them on my fingers but right now, more than half the front seats were occupied and the back seats were left vacant. I took advantage of the empty back seat, knowing very well Jessica would go for the front seat.

Sitting in the back of Guillermo’s infamous black SUV, I ball my hands into loose fists on my lap as my gaze traces the all too familiar countryside blurring past us. Somehow, even though I’m in a car with two other people, the empty seat beside me only serves to remind me of the shitty turn my day has taken. This is ass.

I sat silently in the plush, leather-bound rear seat of the sleek, black Cadillac SUV, parked discreetly at the curb in front of Mr. Sebastian's grand, gated estate. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle purr of the air conditioning created a soothing background noise, but my mind was elsewhere, focused on the wait.

I dumped the suitcases inside the trunk, then made my way to the front seat of the car. "Aren't you supposed to sit in the back, hon? I'm the one traveling, you know?" I laughed, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "You know sitting at the back is going to be safer, right? And you don't want to forget what happened last time you tried to go back home. I don't want that happening again, mum. So you're going to sit in the back where you're safe." Raising her hands in surrender, she accepted, slipping into the backseat.

Instead, he opens the back door with a soft click—even the door sounds expensive, sounds heavy, sounds like it could withstand a battering ram. "There are car seats," he says. "Three of them. All new." As if that's the point.

“Booo. Party popper. Don’t ruin the fun for the rest of us with your logic, Four Eyes.” “It's more of common sense than Logic.” he sighed. “Hah. Alright, mr smart ass.” I laughed softly, leaning back into the seat. One perk about being in the back seat was that I could stretch out along the seats. I already put Kyler’s guitar in the back to make room for myself. While using his duffel bag as a pillow

My 924 might look nice, but it was never meant to hold three people. The back seat has zero, repeat zero, legroom. The bench is pressed tight against the back of the front seats. This didn't faze Debbie. She was excited; she'd never been inside a Porsche. She sat sideways across the back, while Karen took her accustomed place next to me. I opened the sunroof, under a bright blue sky, and drove off to see our future. * * * *

Set the phone face down on the seat. Outside the city moved past the windows and Jace breathed quietly in the backseat and I stared at the road and said nothing at all.